The sun still had another hour till it would break over the horizon. The glaring rays that would it bring would be nary enough to startle the drow. The crumpled black leather jacket over his upper form, nor the sweats thrown haphazardly over his lower scrubs, could mask the exhaustion tearing through every tendon of his form.
He had made a promise, though. To leave enough strength at the end of his duties to push the gates open, to push the door open into the hall of tomes. That at least he was able to fulfill.
Standing inside the entryway, he nearly brought himself out of habit to drop his duffel bag at his feet. But it was a library after all, such a gesture would likely have not been proper.
He had made a promise, though. To leave enough strength at the end of his duties to push the gates open, to push the door open into the hall of tomes. That at least he was able to fulfill.
Standing inside the entryway, he nearly brought himself out of habit to drop his duffel bag at his feet. But it was a library after all, such a gesture would likely have not been proper.